"Busy ?" he said, in a grave but pleasant voice.

"I kin wait.
Don't mind ME.

Go on." The editor indicated a chair with his disengaged hand and plunged again into his proof-slips.

The stranger surveyed the scant furniture and appointments of the office with a look of grave curiosity, and then, taking a chair, fixed an earnest, penetrating gaze on the editor's profile.

The editor felt it, and, without looking up, said-- "Well, go on." "But you're busy.